[Honestly, with as much hair as Namazuo has, even that is a massive relief. But he doesn't exactly want to go squelching around in wet clothes for however long they're out here, either. So he takes the vine, looking curiously at Tsurumaru.]
Really quickly? What do we do? [WHY DO YOU LISTEN TO TSURU, NAMA.]
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Really quickly? What do we do? [WHY DO YOU LISTEN TO TSURU, NAMA.]
((ok!))